The Donut Girl

This post could very easily have been called The Craigslist Girl, but that sounds a bit creepy, and, the last thing this story should exude is creepiness. Henceforth, The Donut Girl.

About two months ago my mother gave me her extra air conditioner; a GE 5,000 btu Cooling Machine. Needless to say it beat the crap out of the clunky old A/C unit I inherited from my father. But since it still worked I decided to put the old unit on Craigslist for $30 rather than junk it.

A day later as I was watching TV my phone rang. A girl with a sweet voice was inquiring about the air conditioner. She had but one question, “Does it work?” I told her yes and she immediately said, “I’ll take it!”

She planned to stop over the next day and pick it up around noon. I didn’t think much of it. I’d been burned by Craigslist before and over the years I’ve had a lot of folks say they were coming to pick something up, never to hear from them again.

So, the next day around noon, I grabbed Andy the puggle and we went out to the front yard to see if the girl with the sweet voice would actually show.

At 12:10, when I was about to go back inside a girl came walking down the road. She had parked in the lot adjacent to my house.

“Are you Walter,” she asked, her voice sounded sweeter in person. Shit.

She apologized for being 10 minutes late. Apparently her relief at work was late, which in turn made her late. I believed her. She was still dressed in her Dunkin Donuts uniform and carried that cheesy tan DD visor in her left hand. She was short. Blonde hair and as she got closer I couldn’t help but notice her big blue eyes.

She smiled at Andy and we made the short walk up the driveway to the garage where I had put the old AC unit. We made small talk. Mostly about Andy. She thought he was cute. I thought the same about her, of course I didn’t say it, though. As we walked I thought how desperate she must be for an air conditioner. Granted, it was really hot outside but she didn’t know me. And here I was, some strange craigslist dude walking this cute girl into his garage.

“Nice,” she said, as she looked it over. “So $30?”

I was ready to bargain with her, I was ready to let the thing go for $20. Before I could answer she held out a $20 and a $10.

“Good deal,” she said, with a big grin on her face.

Before I could say another word she bent over and attempted to pick the thing up.

“It’s heavy,” I said.

She attempted to lift.

“Nope. Not gonna happen,” she said, laughing.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “If you don’t mind holding on to Andy I’ll carry it to your car.”

She eagerly held out her hand. I handed over Andy’s leash. We made more small talk as we walked to her car. Damn this thing was heavy. I just prayed my pants didn’t fall down as I was carrying the AC to her car. Thankfully, at least today, luck was on my side. They stayed up.

I loaded the AC into her car and she thanked me as she handed over my dog. I again held out my hand and said thank you. I got that funny feeling in my stomach as we shook hands. And then….she was gone.

I thought about her off and on for most of the day. So cute. So polite. And Andy seemed to like her too. The next day I thought of her a bit and by the third day she was pretty much gone from mind.

About a week later I pulled up to the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru window on East Main Street. As soon as the window opened her pretty face, big blue eyes and warm smile greeted me.

Before I could say a word she said, “Hi Walter!”

Shit! She remembered me. And you know what. For the life of me I couldn’t remember her name. I knew her face, remembered her sweet voice but her name escaped me. I covered though.

“How’s the AC treating you,” I asked.

“It’s great,” she said. “Thank you so much.”

For the next two weeks I made it a point to go to the DD on East Main in an attempt to see her. Sometimes I did, sometimes I didn’t. But when I did, it was really neat. She was always uber friendly and, if I didn’t know any better I ‘d say she was happy to see me.

A week went by and nothing. Then Friday, I saw her again when I stopped at Dunkin for my morning coffee.

“Nice to see you,” she said, as I pulled up.

We made the usual small talk until the line formed behind me and I drove off.

And that’s that. While I enjoy seeing her, I feel like these nice little encounters are somewhat torturous. I think I should just ask her out and get it over with. If she says no, then I’ll never return. I mean, come one. There’s only about 20 Dunkin Donuts in Torrington. But…But. What if she says ‘Yes’. There’s still month left till Labor Day. Plenty of time for that classic Summer Romance.

There is only one problem. When I think of saying, “Hey, wanna go out some time?” I want to vomit. I am absolutely terrified to do it. I feel like sending a friend up there and asking her, “Hey, if any of your customers asked you out what would you say?”

Ugh, just writing this post about it puts a knot in my stomach.

My 33rd Birthday is Tuesday. Maybe the Great and Powerful Oz will send me some courage.

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4 Responses to “The Donut Girl”

  1. You totally have to ask her out- plain and simple. You only live once and sometimes you just have to jump. And besides, courage was there the whole time, he just didn’t know it.

  2. ASK HER OUT WALT!! You can’t win if you don’t play 🙂

  3. Scarecrow Says:

    I’d say ask her out for coffee but that just be ridiculous…try ice cream instead. If she’s as nice as you say but not interested, she’ll let you down easy. I remember the same feeling in my gut before I got up the nerve to ask someone out. And I remember the deflating feeling when I got a smile and a “no thank you.” But I also remember using the courage I gained from one rejection to approach another big blue eyed woman. Then again, this one could say yes…and nothing feels better than that.

  4. […] I deserve to be asked. I realize I kind of left everyone hanging when I initially posted the story about a month […]

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